“Opened things up how?” he asked quietly.
Tommy hesitated. “Just… something different. Together. Not sneaking around. Not separate.”
Logan exhaled slowly.
“I don’t want to be with someone else,” he said after a moment.
The certainty in his voice tightened something warm in Tommy’s chest.
“That’s not what I’m missing,” Logan continued, thumb tracing absent circles along Tommy’s arm as he searched for the right words. “I think… I wouldn’t hate seeing someone else want you.”
Tommy went still.
Logan glanced at him, expression steady, honest.
“Not instead of me,” he added quickly. “With me there. Knowing you’re coming back to me.”
The admission settled warmly instead of sharply.
“You mean watch?” Tommy asked softly. “You want me to cuck you?”
Logan laughed, but nodded.
“Yeah. Watch. Be part of it. Together.”
His gaze drifted slightly, imagination clearly working now.
“I want to hold you,” Logan said quietly, voice rougher, “take care of you while someone else shows off how good you are.”
Tommy couldn’t stop the proud smile that spread across his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed.
Logan’s eyes darkened slightly at the response, something newly awake there.
“Then we set rules.”
The firmness in his voice grounded the moment immediately.
“Yeah,” Tommy said. “Rules.”
Logan counted them off slowly.
“You get back on prep first. Condoms, always.”
“Okay.”
“We pick people together. I run the apps. I get veto power if something feels off.”
“Okay.”
“And you come home with me.”
That one landed heavier than the rest.
Tommy’s chest warmed.
“Always,” he said softly.
